Lu Xiaobu's face was as green as the leaves of a locust tree, and his lips trembled: "Northern Mastiff Great Demon Xiao Murong?"

The boy in white blinked his eyes and said innocently: "After so many years, my name is so big?"

The boy in white saw the black charcoal head that was almost scared, threw a chestnut to him, and said, "Lu Xiaobu, do you know that you killed two thousand iron horsemen with one person and one wooden sword?"

Lu Xiaobu caught the chestnut, and just wanted to break it open and put it into his mouth, but he was frightened a lot along the way, and he was shocked by eating a chestnut, and after listening to the words of the boy in white, he suddenly froze on the spot and shook his head, "I have such a great ability?"

The boy in white raised his white and tender arm like a lotus root, and his shallot-like fingertips pretended to be a ghost, and said softly: "I see." ”

Lu Xiaobu looked confused, is this boy who looks harmless to humans and animals really the famous big devil of the Northern Mastiff?

The little boy in white said in an old-fashioned manner: "You have strange roots and bones, and you are born half an immortal, which is really unheard of." ”

Lu Xiaobu's eyebrows were almost squeezed into his eyes, and he was puzzled: "What do you mean I can be a fortune teller?"

The white-clothed boy sighed softly, it seemed that he was really stupid, not fake stupid, he lay down lazily, and said calmly: "It is not surprising that you are the heir of a great monk and a mortal, according to common sense, the son of a monk and a mortal does not have the qualification to practice, and twelve of them have the potential of a formation master, but most of them are no different from mortals." And your situation is extremely special, as if you are a mortal when you are awake, and once you fall asleep, you have a complete spiritual vein, and you are an innate half-step land god fairyland. I don't know if your mother is a monk or your father is a monk, and it is a pity that it has cost you so much, it is a pity. ”

Xiao Murong was originally wary and didn't dare to check on Lu Xiaobu easily, if Lu Xiaobu was the master who pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger, he would immediately tear his face, and found that Lu Xiaobu really didn't know, Xiao Murong naturally boldly took Lu Xiaobu's whole body, inside and out, and immediately knew the secret of Lu Xiaobu's body with his cultivation and vision.

Lu Xiaobu's mouth opened wide in disbelief, Xiao Murong's heart moved slightly, and the wooden sword hovered over Lu Xiaobu's eyebrows. Lu Xiaobu looked at the wooden sword soaked in blood and dark black, and the sword body was full of a strong disgusting smell of blood, but Lu Xiaobu gently held the hilt of the sword, it was the wooden sword that he got along with day and night.

Lu Xiaobu gently stroked the wooden sword, burst into tears, and muttered, "I killed you before you were named, old man, I treated you badly." ”

Xiao Murong was a little strange, Lu Xiaobu accepted it so quickly, ordinary people always have a process in the face of such earth-shattering changes, joy or sorrow, but Lu Xiaobu didn't have this emotional change at all, but felt sorry for the wooden sword first.

Xiao Murong jumped off the railing, raised his head and stared at the black charcoal head innocently, Lu Xiaobu said sadly: "What are you looking at?"

Xiao Murong smiled and said, "Why aren't you surprised?"

The black charcoal bit his lip and said aggrievedly: "Although I knew that Uncle Ben was talented and had wonderful roots, I hoped that my cultivation would be a little lower than that of Brother Nature, but I didn't expect it to be so high all of a sudden, I thought that walking the rivers and lakes with Brother Natural could help a little, and I couldn't be a burden, this time you said that I killed two thousand iron riders, I am actually a little happy, at least I am useful, I can continue to walk the rivers and lakes with Brother Nature, and I don't have to go back to Qingshan Town." However, I am most afraid of the dead, and I dare not walk at night at the thought of killing 2,000 people, for fear that their ghosts will come to me for revenge. And my beloved wooden sword, which I didn't even have time to name before I came out of the sheath, I always felt unlucky......"

Xiao Murong shook his head helplessly listening to Lu Xiaobu's chatter, stepped in the void, and slowly climbed up to the sky, Lu Xiaobu wiped his eyes and was dumbfounded: "Is there a ladder? ”

Xiao Murong lay down in the void, hovering in the air as if he was sleeping on a bed, stretched his waist, and said lazily: "It's strange to say, your focus is different from ordinary people, if ordinary people have already asked how to make themselves awake and have half-immortal cultivation? What price did my parents pay? Why do you say it's a pity?"

Lu Xiaobu suddenly realized, took a deep look, and humbly asked for advice: "How can I be awake and have a half-immortal cultivation? What price did my parents pay? Why do you have to say two words in a row?"

Xiao Murong suddenly felt that his chest was pressed by a boulder, and he was about to spurt blood, but looking at the black charcoal head's exceptionally clear eyes, it seemed that the eyes and teeth of the black charcoal head were particularly white, it was not because of the black, suddenly, the little boy in white patted his cheek and told himself to be sober, as if his thoughts were also taken to the ditch by the black charcoal head.

Xiao Murong turned over, lay on his side, and said softly: "You can only be a mortal when you are awake, if you say that you are practicing in your sleep, and you are practicing sword every breath, so one of the reasons why you can have a half-immortal cultivation at a young age." However, if I can't make you fall asleep, no matter how powerful my skills are, I can't think of any way. ”

Lu Xiaobu cried with a sad face, could it be that he had empty skills but was useless.

Xiao Murong pondered for a moment and answered the second question: "Your father or mother transferred all the Great Dao seeds to you, and since then their Great Dao has been cut off, and they cannot live forever, and their lifespan is no different from that of mortals, do you say the price is great?"

Lu Xiaobu's eyes flickered, and a clear spring flowed, "Is it true?"

Xiao Murong nodded affirmatively.

Lu Xiaobu choked up and said: "Give up the avenue for me, no wonder you will say that it is a pity." ”

Xiao Murong shook his head and said: "No, it's really a pity that with your physique, even if you have the Heavenly Immortal Realm, your cultivation is still a mirror, and your cultivation is precisely a pseudo-realm, no matter how high your cultivation is, you can't live forever, and your lifespan is just a few decades like a mortal after all." That's why I say two pity, I don't understand why your father or your mother made such a choice? ”

Lu Xiaobu cried like a tearful man, he had no ambitions, he didn't know that his parents had paid such a huge price for him, he thought that he would eat and wait for death in this life, but now that he is burdened, he can no longer live a chaotic life, once a person has a heart, his spiritual temperament has changed greatly.

Dressed in a green shirt, he leaned on the wall with one hand, coughed lightly, and said, "Why is it a pity?"

The white-clothed boy glanced at the green shirt a few times and asked, "Isn't it a pity to destroy the Great Dao for only one mortal?" If you give up the way of one person, I won't feel a pity for the way of another, don't you think it's a pity that the Great Dao seed is the root of the Great Dao for the monk, and it is transplanted to the mortal of the Hopeless Dao?"

Xu Tianran asked rhetorically, "Is immortality so important?"

Xiao Murong got serious, straightened up and sat cross-legged, "Who is not a monk in the world who does not prove immortality for the Great Dao, and explores the true meaning of the Tao in the Haoran Universe, once he attains the Tao in line with heaven and earth, immortality can be obtained, the years are long, and the life is the same as the sky, and the Great Dao is manifested, and from now on, the way of one person will be the way of the people of the world." If there is no immortality, how can we preach?"

Qianhiro supported the master, Xu Tianran slowly leaned on the railing, looked at the floating clouds in the sky, and said calmly: "Parents cherish their children and give everything they have to their children, it's not a pity, it's human nature." Parents do not all expect their children to flourish, get ahead, or attain immortality, but may just hope that their children can live healthier and happier lives. What is the pity? A monk alone can attain immortality, and mortals can pass on the torch from generation to generation, and the family style can also be passed on from generation to generation. In this way, how can a monk be immortal, and how can a mortal not be immortal. ”

It was the first time Xiao Murong had heard of such a crooked reasoning, but he was just a mortal with a short life of several decades, how could he be compared to a monk who was expected to live forever?

Xiao Murong's tone was a little eager: "The way of the Great Immortal is the way of the people of the world, no matter how high the mortal knowledge is, it is not as high as the Holy Ancestor Zhou Saint and the Yasheng Xie Saint, and the Confucian Twin Saints are like Pearls standing proudly in the world, and they can see all the mountains at a glance." How can mortals compare to that?"

Xu Tianran asked Qianxun not to support him, sat on the railing by himself, looked back at the white-clothed boy who was sitting in the void, and couldn't help but smile: "The sage's knowledge is very high, as if he has exhausted all the truths in the world, but the world can't only have the knowledge of saints, and there can't be the truth of saints." The sage also said that the disciple does not have to be inferior to the teacher. Why do all the scholars in the world have to cocoon themselves, thinking that their knowledge is not as good as that of saints, and their reasoning is not as good as that of saints. In this way, the knowledge of the disciples of the saints is not as good as that of the saints, and the knowledge of the disciples of the saints is not as good as that of the disciples of the saints. The world needs readers, but also needs eclectic readers, and needs readers who have their own reasoning, and the truth does not have to be the avenue of the world, as long as it is worthy of their own conscience and the sky. Everyone has their own truth, naturally we need to refute each other, the more the truth in the world is debated, the clearer it becomes, gradually there will be new knowledge, there will be new truth, maybe in one or two hundred years the world will have earth-shaking changes. ”

Xiao Murong pondered for a long time, and said calmly: "There are many truths in the world, no one can convince anyone, who to listen to, is it possible that whose fists are harder is the reason is greater, then isn't it back to the hundred schools of thought before the saint of Zhou became sacred, if you can't fight, you will break your head and bleed, after all, no one can convince anyone?"

Xu Tianran sighed: "That's those old kings' eight lives are too long, their fists are too hard, they can't allow young people to take the lead, and they are afraid that the newborn calves will compete for the avenue, and they will play yin if they can't talk about it. If there is no immortality, there is no longer a long time in the world, the old monk Wang Ba, then the great knowledge is not in whose fist is hard, but in the inheritance, the old people treat young people is no longer jealous, but love, always think that their own knowledge, craftsmanship can be passed on by their own apprentices, their own truth can be heard by more people, and the vitality of young people and the knowledge of the old people blend with each other, then this pool of water is not alive, no longer a dead backwater. ”

Although Xiao Murong didn't agree with Qingshan's words when he listened carefully, he had some truth when he listened carefully, his eyes rolled, he looked at Qingshan, and asked softly: "If Changsheng can reach out and get it, will you reach out?"

Xu Tianran pondered for a long time, and sighed softly: "I haven't seen enough, I can't make a choice." ”

"What do you want to see?"

"I want to see the rivers and lakes, temples, mountains, mountains, the world, and fairyland, and I can't look at it with a black eye, and I don't want to be willful, but fortunately, when I first entered the rivers and lakes, there are still a lot of people who can see the scenery, and I am not in a hurry to make a choice. ”

Xiao Murong's fingertips moved slightly, and he said curiously: "Another strange person, it has not been easy for you to go all the way, and you can do it and cherish it." ”

Xu Tianran took a deep look and said respectfully: "Thank you seniors for teaching." ”

The boy in white regained his innocent demeanor and said with a smile: "Don't talk about a senior, call everyone old." Actually, I'm curious, you came down from the mountain, and now you are not deeply involved in the world, and you are still fascinated by the scenery under the mountain, if one day you also become a mountain man, will you still be obsessed with the world?"

Xu Tianran put his hand on his forehead and said helplessly: "Who knows?"

Xiao Murong Le said: "You are very interesting, I have time to play with you." ”

After speaking, Xiao Murong hummed a little song and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Xu Tianran stretched out his hand, touched the big black charcoal with a face full of grievances and sorrow, and smiled: "Are there still chestnuts? I'm hungry." ”

Da Hei Tan wiped his eyes, squeezed out a smile and said, "I'll peel it for you." ”

Xu Tianran said softly: "Okay." ”